Heart Of Grive Poem by Egbe Chris

When i met your sadness it was like a smile but am sorry for your cold died sorrow.because your pains are like grave yield, buried with flowers for statue.you have no hope were there is alot of hope to hope for, looking at living as a stories for your worries.i know how you feels, gather your pains for joy.for your garment is the ancient symbols of holiness and righteousness. I know grieve made you a sick.and your heart gloat.but heart of grive have a words of hymn, many year for you in the sky were stars are been blessed for victories of race.